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The afternoon sunlight poured softly into the bedroom, brushing over tangled sheets that still held the warmth of what happened earlier.

Thalia lay on her stomach, her cheek pressed against George’s bare chest as she dragged in a slow breath. She was still sour down there, she felt as if his cock was still buried inside her.

George brushed his fingers along her arm and whispered,

“We should get ready… before the twins turn this whole house upside down.”

Thalia groaned, rolling onto her back.

“I almost forgot I had children,” she muttered dramatically.

George burst into laughter, the warm kind of laugh that always melted something inside her....